speaking of not having a room in my life ever... don't think it's ever talked abt how much of a deeply traumatic n dehumanising experience that is & i mean that wholeheartedly
everyone our age i know to this day who we grew up with has one, grown up with one since early childhood, had choice in what to surround themselves with in their own space and could have privacy when needed
i sleep in a single bed in a corner, that's all i have. we've always shared a room with 1-3 ppl and it was never a bearable experience growing up, but once you reach your early teens i feel like it just starts being traumatising regardless of environment. i know most of the time it's not anyone's intent to deprive children of personal space, it is most often the result of poverty & inability to give them that but i'm fully convinced you should not be having a child if you can't give them that
maybe my own experience is saturated by other household trauma that this lack of personal space opened us up to but as a whole, i think it's abuse to deny a growing human being their fully own space, as small as it could possibly be, any space at all ... i can't really explain why it's such an important part of growing up but not only do i still feel alienated based on that alone, i also don't feel like i have any right to privacy at all, no place i can just be and do what i want without being watched, judged, commented on or demanded a change (i can't turn the light on/off or close/open the door or windows without input! i can't keep the door closed at all actually bc she will come and open it and ask why i need it closed!)
anyway i just feel like it contributed to our trauma insurmountably and affected our mental health to this day. it feels like yet another puzzle piece in 'normal human development' missing that i will never be able to fill in?
i wonder if there r any studies done on this or any professional opinion on depriving children of personal space & privacy. reading other people's experiences online unanimously seems to imply it immensely fucked up our senses of self n complicated being in touch with our needs
so conclusion i guess. if ya plan on ever having N amount of children PLEASE think realistically if yr able 2 provide em an environment that allows em 2 have all of their needs fulfilled... n that absolutely includes the right to privacy
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hi! im curious about your process for the uncoolored sketches in the last comuissions batch you posted , are the lighter lines the sketch and the dark lines "incomplete" finals? do you recolor some of the lines to be darker but not all? do you switch between colors as you're drawing? it's hard to tell just from lookng but i really like the elook of ti it ! (sorry for all teh typos by bacskpsace key is broken)
hiii, pretty much yes to all of these! when i doodle in my doodle page the lighter color is usually freehand sketch i then work to sculpt w the darker color, like this ⬇️ was all in one go and you can see some parts of the lighter green i didnt trace exactly or erase after adding the darker green
but for sketch/lineart comms I do a messy underbase before that, which you can faintly see here (the lightest faintest lines), so that I dont do TOO much "sculpting" because i cant afford to experiment too much on these/leave em too messy
here's a screenshot i saved of the raccoon one from the comm post when i was starting out on it
i switch between colors i pick (chosen from expanding little color palette collection i have of colors i enjoy) with csp hotkey ^_^
i rlly just fill random areas with the lighter color + go over random areas with the darker color as i feel fit! I try to limit it to those two so its half conscious active decisions and half Lol Whatever (tho sometimes i DO add in a random third lighter color, like here (its usually always for lips or similar details)
id try to do a timelapse if csp let you only timelapse part of a big canvas LOL T_T bt yes hope ths gave some insight ^_^
edit: did quick timelapse ^_^
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hi lovey!!
could you write a imagine of reader who is scared of cats so when Minho takes her to a cat cafe for a date she wants to back out but he basically makes her see they aren't so scary after all
if you write it could you tag me pls so I could see it?
hope you're doing good :)
a cat's surprise — l.mh
pairing - minho x gn!reader
genre - fluff, imagine
wc - 917
warnings - not proofread (get used to this), dear used as pet name, reader is scared of cats, probably inaccurate ways of befriending a cat but it's okay
a/n - hii, thank u for requesting! it shld notify u when I answer it but I'll tag just in case, hope u enjoy!! @jinnie-ret
synopsis - going to a cat cafe as a date with your boyfriend was not something you thought you'd ever do
"c'mon dear, they're not that bad." your boyfriend almost pleaded with you, his face pouting slightly.
"no minho. I will not be going to that cat cafe. end of. you know how much cats scare me!" you sighed — as much as you'd like to go with him, you could already imagine those small, ferocious beasts lingering around.
"I promise you yn, they won't hurt you. just come along, I'll pay for everything you buy? plus, if any of the cats hurt you in any way, I'll give you twenty bucks each time."
and so, that was how you arrived at your current predicament. slowly putting your shoes on to go on a date with lee minho to the cat cafe. you wondered how on earth you'd be able to survive, especially with so many cats all over the cafe. at least I get some cash, you had thought to yourself.
the walk to the cafe was an agitating one, you had no clue how you'd stay sane. whenever you saw a cat — no matter how close or far away — you would always go crazy. minho sensed your panic, and so he held your hand with a squeeze, shooting you a small smile of reassurance. it warmed your heart, so you took a mental note to do something nice for him later as well.
sooner or later, you both arrived at the cat cafe. even from the outside, you could see the cats frolicking around and mingling with the guests. you shivered. "are you sure nothing's going to happen to me?"
"one hundred percent, yn. now should we go in?" minho stretched out his hand for you to take, in which you gladly accepted with a giggle. being alongside your lover gave you a huge sense of comfort, so you brushed off the nerves and took in a deep breath.
the bells jingled above you as the door opened, acknowledging your presence to the staff. suddenly, all cat eyes were on you, and you felt your breath hitch. it's alright yn, they won't do anything. minho's here as well! you tried to calm yourself down, but it was not working like how you'd like. minho — as always — understood your fear, and so waited patiently before you continued to walk in. once you collected yourself together, you quickly walked over to a table and sat down, eyeing around to make sure no cats were hiding. minho chuckled at your antics and soon opened the menu to begin ordering.
your food had arrived, and so far, no cat had come in any proximity to you. of course, being the cat magnet, minho did have a few encounters. but none ever ventured over to where you were sitting. and rightfully so. eventually, you started to like the place a bit more. the decorations were very much up to your standards, and their sweet treats were absolute perfection in your eyes!
just as you were about to leave, a small, tabby cat slowly approached your feet. what would you do? you couldn't scream, of course not. not only would that be embarrassing, you'd cause a ruckus in the cafe, and nobody would want that. so you did the next best thing. you froze right in place. it was so abrupt, even minho — who had gotten used to your behavior around cats — was caught by surprise.
"hm, quick question dear. since you've done so well being around cats, why don't I teach you how to become friendly with them?" the idea baffled you. he could see what position you were in, yet still continued as normal? although you had to admit, you have come so far out of your comfort zone already, why not take the final big step? slowly, you nodded. minho smiled wider than ever, and soon crouched down to start your lesson.
"first things first, get into the position I'm in. nothing too serious literally just crouch down. then, slowly bring out your hand to their face. don't point it down towards them, that's seen as a threat." you hesitantly obeyed him and eventually carried out everything he told you to. soon enough, the cat slowly but surely walked over and sniffed your hand. then, rubbed his cheeks against your hand. you felt as if you were about to collapse, but stayed strong to show you could do this.
"perfect! he loves you already. now, I'm pretty sure you can pet him. go ahead and try for me." you did exactly so. and just as minho had said, the cat did nothing but succumb to your touch. you almost cried at how soft he was being toward you. you saw out of the corner of your eye the way minho looked at you with pride. he had always known about your undying fear of the small animals, and seeing you slowly come over that fear — especially one about something he was so fond of himself — lifted a slight worry off his shoulders. "at least they can meet soonie, doongie, and dori without trouble." he chuckled to himself. unfortunately, it was soon time for you to leave. with a bit of hesitancy, you followed minho out of the cafe and walked back home.
that night, you slept with surprising ease. it lifted your spirits to know that you were no longer absolutely terrified of cats. of course, it would take a while to completely get over the fear. but as of now, you were making perfect progress, especially in minho's eyes.
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Jaytimsteph falling in love with your best friends partner you say 👀 please say more
happily!
this one is being written as a prompt response to @waffleinator-inator <3
writing it was my first time writing steph pov and she just---ran away with me <3 basically: steph and tim are besties but also exes, because as much as they love each other, they finally decided to give up after one too many break-ups. and now! tim is with jason <3 and steph is really happy for him. really, and truly she is.
now.
if she could kindly tell herself to stop falling in love with jason too, that would be nice <3
i THOUGHT i had shared snippets of this wip before but i,,, have not. or if i have, i can't find them in my tags / through tumblr's search. which is upsetting bc it means i now have to pick which of these segments i want to share TuT
hm.
you know what.
actually i won't pick. you get um. 3 snippets <3
Steph spins her chair, balancing her elbow on the arm and cradling her chin in her hand. She thumbs her phone open. One unread message in the group chat she shares with Jason and Tim.
Her traitorous heart flutters; a smile curling on her mouth despite herself.
[TIM] gna mss mv nte. sry steph 😔 m SO bhnd on bdgt rvw; tam’s gna kill me. u 2 shld stl hve fn tho
Ah, yes. Timothy “vowels are optional” Drake. He’s the most atrocious texter Steph has ever met, and she hates that that makes her feel fond.
[STEPH] i thought you loved paperwork?
[JAY] No, he’s a stalker who loves digging through other people’s stuff. Actual paperwork he could care less about
[TIM] 🛑
[JAY] No <3 I told you to do it last night, babe.
[STEPH] lmao busted
[TIM] ws bsy
[JAY] He was gaming with Kon and Bart.
[TIM] & cassie & cissie
[JAY] And Cassie and Cissie.
Steph snorts.
[STEPH] oh, well, that was more important, obvs
[TIM] steph gts it
[JAY] Please don’t encourage him.
[STEPH] that sounds perfect. ur the best jay 💜
[TIM] 😭
[STEPH] do your paperwork, tim 💅🏼
[TIM] prsctn
[JAY] …wtf tim
[STEPH] damn, babe. u made jay drop capitals
[STEPH] but also. what the fuck tim
[TIM] persecution
[JAY] Would it really kill you to type out full words?
[TIM] y 🙂
[STEPH] losing battle, hon. we’re lucky he still uses letters.
He doesn’t bother with Cass. Their conversations happen in full emoji, like modern hieroglyphics. Steph gives herself an 80% chance of correctly deciphering them.
With the rest of them, Tim uses words. Or, well. Something approximate to words, chopping them down to their basest parts. It’s kind of entertaining, especially when it makes both Bruce and Jason furrow their brows in exactly the same way.Not that Steph would ever point that out. She has some sense of self-preservation.
Steph will always be a little bit in love with Tim Drake.
It’s something she’s come to accept about herself, the same way she accepts that her curls will always have a mind of their own, that her stretch marks are here to stay, and that her left knee will always ache before it rains.
She also knows that it’s best they stay just friends. Not that that’s a hardship, or anything. Tim is a hell of a lot better friend than he was a boyfriend—though in hindsight, Steph can admit she wasn’t a stellar girlfriend, either. They were young and dumb—or, well, younger and dumber—and now their history was too fraught to ever think about trying again.
Steph loves being Tim’s bestie, even when that means biting her tongue about his relationships.
Especially with Jason Todd of all people.
Steph can honestly say she never saw that coming.
Like, sure, okay. He’s hot. Steph can admit that, she’s got eyes.
He’s the kind of guy you could actually climb like a tree—tall and broad and thick to boot, with thighs made for biting and pecs Steph is pretty sure would fit nicely in one of her bras. He’s also handsome, in a rugged sort of way, with his twice broken nose and the scar curving up his cheek and his full, kissable lips. His curls always manage to be perfect, too—artfully messy, even when he falls asleep on the couch or takes off that helmet of his.
It’s enviable, really.
Some day she’ll ask him his secret.
But… Steph always kind of saw him as a walking bad idea. The kind of guy baby Steph would have adored, which… Steph loves baby Steph—or she’s trying to—but she had shit taste in men. And Jason, with his leather jackets and guns and daddy issues (and mommy issues too, come to think of it)—
He certainly fit the bill.
Except—
Despite all outward appearances… Jason is a good guy. He’s smart, and funny, and passionate, and kind, and—
Ugh.
Steph kind of hates him a little.
Because, like. Steph can handle thinking about Jason sometimes, in a not-so-friendly, maybe-a-little-bit-sexy way. Tim, too—or even both of them together. Maybe sometimes it gets a little awkward but… Fantasizing is human, and Steph is an adult. She can picture them fucking her and each other six ways to Sunday, doing whatever the raunchiest part of her brain cooks up, and still behave normally around them after.
She’s a grown woman. Her hormones are not the fucking boss of her.
So. Attraction? Handled. Steph has that shit on lock.
What she cannot handle is—Feelings.
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